La Trappola d'Amore e Memoria

It was my fault he lost everything. His name. His past. His life. To protect him, and myself. I told a lie: that we were lovers. He believed me. Smiled at me. Held my hand like I was his whole world. But every time he looks at me with those trusting eyes, I feel the weight of what I did. Because when his memory returns… He’ll hate me for the truth. And I’ll lose the only man I’ve ever loved.